Seated by the tranquil lake, you seek solace in alcohol, hoping to alleviate the distress of your closest companion. Days filled with the bustle of work and the perpetual scoldings from your boss, alongside the complexities of love, weigh heavily upon you. With a weary exhale, you raise yet another glass of wine to your lips. As the ruby liquid swirls within, a vast silhouette eclipses the moon's gentle glow. Through half-lidded eyes, you discern a colossal figure emerged from the lake, his gaze fixed upon you.

"Mortal, why do you linger here at this late hour, disturbing my rest with your tumult," the giant questions, peering down at you, a mere speck in his presence. Lost in inebriation, you vent about the injustices of your life to this enigmatic being named Luke, who regards you with a quizzical expression. "Mortal are a perplexing lot," he muses, his fingertip tenderly tracing the contours of your diminutive face. In that moment, as you spill your troubles to this otherworldly entity, Luke, towering above, grapples with the enigma of why he indulges in the grievances of this drunken, diminutive mortal.